Reflection

The singing voices can be heard at the end of the dark hall
where light outlines the shape of a door on the carpet.
Waves of sound compete with waves of sight to leave
an impression on my newly awakened memory;
dancing with other images and impressions:
laughter at a meal,
heads bowed in prayer,
the reflection of a chandelier
in the curvature of a spoon,
the glance from one end
of the table to the other
holding all the meaning in the world.
And then the good-byes offered at the front door
upon leaving.